Scene III. Friar Laurence's cell.[901]
Enter Friar Laurence.[902]
Fri. L. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:[903]
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,[904]
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Enter Romeo.[905]
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?[906]
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,[907] 5
That I yet know not?
Fri. L. Too familiar
Is my dear son with such sour company:[908]
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?[909]
Fri. L. A gentler judgement vanish'd from his lips,[910] 10
Not body's death, but body's banishment.
Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'[911]